araabMUZIK - Uncle Joe lyrics

[Intro] It's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here [Verse 1] It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told Look like I'm the last n***a to know I got old Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it's a three piece suit Can't get to this type of flavor without a season at true Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars I'm telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad Different from what they selling y'all, f** am I telling y'all? It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y'all would sing in the streets I'm a little different, I was thinking of Meech Check this sh** I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club Listen, young n***as learn up, I don't do the kiddie sh** I'm with the turn up, I just like Biggie sh** f** is you saying? Only been a sensation for only two generations I'm like the minute the weigh in fight ready Friends are forever changing And all them n***as I came up in the game with Done fainted in the entertainment I swear [Interlude] They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still f** with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this b**h [Verse 2] Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts I'm from an era where we ain't deal with all the trolling and sh** When we see you we just go in your sh** It's repercussions for actions, we demanded more Don't understand it, dawg Question all these n***as with words they never answer for Staring at you new n***as still from an older state It's feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State Y'all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson" I think of Karl and how he could've got the title won I keep my life off Instagram like my private some I open albums for the credits, y'all just Tidal 'em It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this b**h When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that b**h But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don't even notice the sh** I got a stash I never go in and sh** Same emotionless kids Stoic as if I'm just a motionless GIF Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me You n***as go and look for these b**hes, they come and find me Y'all praise it, I be disgusted Cause I don't want the points for scoring on easy buckets (And what else?) And I don't count her if she ain't alter my weekly budget Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public That's awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it) Bria's in the W with Sandra The escorts f** with me, that's a double entendre Both got fat a**es, one's a double cup monster Both used to mad attention, it's my subtlety they fond of It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this b**h n***a